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#Beatles I want to hold your hand
nevereverywhere · 5 months
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✨Ringo✨
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thecoleopterawithana · 6 months
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Even though John is under-powered in this period we still see what made him so magnetic to Paul and to others around him. There is a scene early in Part Two that I find riveting. It takes place a couple of days after George has left. The status of everything - the project, the band - remains uncertain, but they are ploughing on for now. John, Yoko, Ringo, Paul and some of the crew are sitting in a semi-circle. Paul looks pensive. Ringo looks tired. John is speaking only in deadpan comic riffs, to which Paul responds now and again. Peter Sellers comes in and sits down, looks ill-at-ease, and leaves having barely said a word, unable to penetrate the Beatle bubble. At some point they’re joined by Lindsay-Hogg, and the conversation dribbles on. John mentions that he had to leave an interview that morning in order to throw up (he and Yoko had taken heroin the night before). Paul, looking into space rather than addressing anyone in particular, attempts to turn the conversation towards what they’re meant to be doing:
Paul: See, what we need is a serious program of work. Not an endless rambling among the canyons of your mind.
John: Take me on that trip upon that golden ship of shores… We’re all together, boy.
Paul: To wander aimlessly is very unswinging. Unhip.
John: And when I touch you, I feel happy inside. I can’t hide, I can’t hide. [pause] Ask me why, I’ll say I love you.
Paul: What we need is a schedule.
John: A garden schedule.
I mean first of all, who is writing this incredible dialogue? Samuel Beckett?
Let’s break it down a little. The first thing to note is that John and Paul are talking to each other without talking to each other. This is partly because they’re aware of the cameras and also because they’re just not sure how to communicate with each other at the moment. John’s contributions are oblique, gnomic, riddling, comprised only of songs and jokes, like the Fool in King Lear. Take me on that trip upon that golden ship of shores sounds like a Lennonised version of a line from Dylan’s Tambourine Man (“take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship”). “We’re altogether, boy”? I have no idea. Does Paul? I think John expects Paul to understand him because he has such faith in what they used to call their “heightened awareness”, a dreamlike, automatic connection to each other’s minds. But right now, Paul is not much in the mood for it. His speech is more direct, though he too adopts a quasi-poetic mode (“canyons of your mind” is borrowed from a song by the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band) and he can’t bring himself to make eye contact. “To wander aimlessly is very unswinging,” he says (another great line, I will pin it above my writing desk). Then John does something amazing: he starts talking in Beatle, dropping in lyrics from the early years of the band, I Want To Hold Your Hand and Ask Me Why. (To appreciate John’s response to Paul’s mention of a schedule, American readers may need reminding that English people pronounce it “shed - dule”.)
What’s going on throughout this exchange? Maybe Lennon is just filling dead air, or playing to the gallery, but I think he is (also) attempting to communicate to Paul in their shared code - something like he loves him, he loves The Beatles, they’re still in this together. Of course, we can’t know. I can’t hide, John says, hiding behind his wordplay.
— Ian Leslie, "The Banality of Genius: Notes on Peter Jackson's Get Back" (January 26, 2022).
[I was curious to read more of Ian Leslie's approach to the Beatles in general and Lennon-McCartney in particular, since he's currently writing a book about John and Paul's relationship: “John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs". He's also the author of that New York Times opinion piece that came out today.]
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got-ticket-to-ride · 6 months
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After a palpable silence, Paul said, "Well, that's an interesting one" also known as "slowly dying inside"
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According to an article by the Daily Mail, this picture was taken by a fan on May 28, 1968. John Lennon coolly stares into the camera. Alongside him, George Harrison has in his shirt pocket a resignation letter from Paul McCartney – apparently written a full two years before he would eventually quit. Mr Herring says he took these intimate pictures of the Beatles after turning up uninvited on John’s doorstep, later sharing a car ride with him to George Harrison’s house to see the Beatles recording – and witnessing the opening of a letter said to announce McCartney’s resignation.
Could this have been Paul Mccartney's kneejerk reaction to having to listen to Two Virgins?
In his 1980 David Sheff interview John said: "After Yoko and I met, I didn’t realise I was in love with her. I was still thinking it was an artistic collaboration, as it were – producer and artist, right? We’d known each other for a couple of years." (also known as forcing myself to love someone to mend my broken heart because someone betrayed me)
As far timeline goes, John left India April 12, 1968. John then went to find his next best thing to "get back" at something someone did in India. In May 2, 1968 he made the "Two Virgins" tape with Yoko and presented it to his bandmates.
After a palpable silence, Paul said, “Well, that’s an interesting one.” ALSO NOW KNOWN AS "wait till I send you my resignation letter on May 28, 1968"
John then says: “You need to understand that this is where she and I are now. I don’t want to hold your hand anymore.” (this was directed to The Beatles - but we all know who it was for)
Ringo and George are just silent throughout the whole thing, because mother and father are fighting. And mother's heart is breaking.
So in conclusion, I want to hold your hand was their love song, huh.
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lalaballa1977 · 4 months
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Oh, yeah, I'll tell you somethin' I think you'll understand
When I say that somethin' I want to hold your hand
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Oh, please, say to me You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me You'll let me hold your hand
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And when I touch you I feel happy inside
It's such a feelin' that my love I can't hide
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Yeah, you got that somethin' I think you'll understand
When I say that somethin' I want to hold your hand
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Yeah, you got that somethin' I think you'll understand
When I feel that somethin' I want to hold your hand
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muzaktomyears · 11 months
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today I bought a whole book (Growing Up: Sex in the 1960s, Peter Doggett) just because I flicked through and saw this:
Dr David Holbrook, writing in the New Statesman as an educationalist, regretted that it was 'painfully clear that the Beatles are a masturbation fantasy, such as a girl presumably has during the onanistic act - the genial smiling young male images, the music like a buzzing of the blood in the head, the rhythm, the cries, the shouted names, the climaxes'. (A secondary school teacher wrote to the same magazine to blame the Beatles for inciting some of his boy students to walk hand in hand through the woods, or thrust their hips forward in unison as a group of them crouched around a transistor radio.)
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lord-pain · 5 months
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Paul, the immovable heterosexual, on George last days:
"bro was dying and held my hand, no homo tho"
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0tr45hm0uth · 5 months
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You'll let me hold your hand I want to hold your hand
I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles
Thanks @ineffablake for the song recommendation!
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beatlebugblog · 4 months
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beatle bears!
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8chels8 · 7 months
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me rn i swear...
cant wait to hold somebodys hand all friday neheheh
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rolloroberson · 1 year
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Sometimes you can actually see and hear the entire world change right before you. The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show on February 9, 1964.
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rayonthego · 3 months
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The Beatles - I Want To Hold Your Hand - Live On The Ed Sullivan Show
60 years...
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ms-boogie-man · 4 months
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The Beatles - I Want To Hold Your Hand - Performed Live On The Ed Sullivan Show 2/9/64
Angie/Maddie🦇❥
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allmylea · 11 months
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I think they like submarines...
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breezingby · 3 months
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The Beatles ~ I Want To Hold Your Hand - Performed Live On The Ed Sullivan Show 2/9/64
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cherrydreamer · 2 years
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Just because Billy's finally out of the hospital doesn't mean that he's anywhere close to recovered. He's still weak. Still shaky. Still healing. And now that summer's finally here, his doctor sets him on a programme of slow, gentle walking to help him build up his strength.
Billy hates it. Despises it. He used to be able to run for miles along the beach without a care, but now even a short walk makes him tired and sweaty and achey and it's not like there's anything to see in Hawkins, nowhere he actually wants to walk to. So he ends up doing pointless circuits of the streets, listening to his Walkman until the batteries die and slowly but surely losing his mind with boredom and frustration.
Until Steve joins him for a stroll.
Steve who sat by his hospital bed and gave him the, 'So You've Found Out the Fucked Up Truth About Hawkins, Then?' chat and who was there when Billy freaked out and started shouting and breaking shit, and was still there when Billy's harsh yelling turned to even harsh sobbing, sitting right beside him with a warm hand resting on his shoulder, waiting until Billy had scrubbed away the last of his tears before he shrugged and said, "Yeah, I know man, it sucks, right? We got a Mind Flayer before we got a freakin' McDonalds."
And now he's here again, appearing on Billy's usual route with a smile like sunshine and a 'mind if I join ya?' and he ignores Billy's head shake and the way he hunches his shoulders and instead Steve just keeps on being there, day after day, slowly but surely chipping away at Billy's walls with a seemingly endless array of rambling but entertaining conversational topics as he falls into step by Billy's side, matching his slow plod of a pace and pausing every ten minutes to rest a hand on Billy's arm or gently tug at his wrist and point out a cute dog, or a poster for a new movie or even just to gaze up at some weirdly shaped cloud he's spotted.
And Billy knows that the little breaks are entirely for his benefit, knows that Steve just finds whatever flimsy excuse he can to stop when Billy's breathing becomes a little too laboured, or when his grimaces of pain are becoming too frequent for him to pass off as sneezes.
But, to be fair, that poodle was wearing a little jacket and OK, yeah, Highlander does look kinda cool and y'know what? That cloud really did look like Taz.
So it doesn't feel quite so bad.
It doesn't feel like pity or charity.
It just feels like...kindness. Care. Friendship.
And then it starts to feel like something more. 
Something that starts with Steve's fingers brushing against Billy's, over and over again, in a way that Billy deludes himself is too frequent to be accidental, and that grows even more when their aimless little strolls start to become purposeful walks to the diner right on the edge of town, the one with a booth tucked away in the far corner; the perfect place for Billy to sit and catch his breath and then have it completely taken away again when Steve reaches across the table and takes Billy's hand in his own, his fingers fitting perfectly in the spaces between Billy's, as he smiles all soft and warm and satisfied and says, "There. Finally. I've been wanting to do that for ages."
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